Eight mystical stories. Svetlana Mirrai

what? What have I done to you? What? The tramp looked hunted at his tormentors.

      – Shut up, you bastard! The bandit replied. «Just because you’re a rotten, smelly, always drunk brute, just for that you should be sent to eternal rest.

      The guys considered themselves cool, gods and thought they had the right to decide the fate of people.

      Killing homeless people was their favorite pastime: no one would look for them, no one would miss them.

      There was a man and there is no man. All three rushed to beat the unfortunate homeless man with their feet, trampling him into the mud.

      – Well, that’s it, good, – said one of them. – It’s time…

      A knife flashed in Koshchei’s hand.

      – What do you say finally, eh, trash?

      The tramp got up from the ground with great difficulty and knelt down, blood was flowing from his broken mouth, his nose was broken.

      Bubbling and gurgling sounds came from the broken chest. The man stretched out his hands to the sky:

      «May you be cursed, cursed forever, forever and ever. You will burn in the fiery Hell. And you, you son of a bitch,» the homeless man pointed his finger at the Iron Man standing in front of him with a knife, «May punishment befall you: all your relatives, all those who gave birth to you and whom you will give birth to, let them all die in suffering, as I suffered, so they will suffer for your sins, you will bury everyone!

      The bandits seemed to be doused with ice water from such words, and they all began to shake with a small tremor.

      With some kind of bestial, sixth sense, they felt that these were not just words spoken in a fit of impotent anger, this was something more.

      The bandit named Iron, standing with a knife in front of the crippled man, regained consciousness, took a step forward and plunged the knife into the throat of the unfortunate, and then again and again.

      It was all over. The bandits dragged the body into the forest belt and threw leaves in the hope that no one would ever find it.

      We returned home in silence, in complete silence.

      Iron walked and thought about his mother, but he did not yet know that he would not see her again.

      This evening, a woman returning from the store right in front of the house was hit to death by a car.

      15 years later

      The Iron one had the name Kostya, he was hurriedly dressing in the hallway, he had to take his eldest daughter Galya to school, and then rush to work himself.

      Putting on his shoes, he kissed his wife before leaving, accompanied by his daughter, and they left the apartment with Aveline.

      We took the elevator down and headed to the Audi parked on the side of the road.

      The engine started and the car slid quietly between the houses, heading for the main road. He took his daughter to school.

      After the death of his mother, Kostya firmly believed that the unfortunate tramp really cursed him.

      He decided to start a new, honest life. Having received a substantial inheritance from their mother in the form of a Moscow three-room apartment, they themselves lived in the apartment of their father, who died in 1992, and rented the Moscow apartment to tenants, receiving substantial profits for this.

      Kostya broke all ties with his wayward friends, and soon moved to another city altogether.

      A place where no one knows him, where he knows no one, he went to a place where you can start life with a clean slate.

      He sold his Moscow apartment. After graduating from the financial institute, Kostya got a job as a bank employee, soon married a girl who gave birth to his beautiful daughter.

      All he had left of his former life was a photograph that was in the glove compartment of the car.

      In the photo, he and his friends are sitting at a table, a bottle of vodka is in front of him, Koshchei is sitting to the right of the Bone, a Loaf is on the left.

      Kostya was unaware of the fate of his friends.

      The man didn’t worry about the curse, fifteen years have passed and nothing bad has happened and maybe everything will work out..

      A few hours later.

      In the evening before going to bed, Aveline went into the room to her beloved father to say good night and tell a terrible dream.

      Seeing her worried little face, Kostya asked:

      – What happened, daughter?

      «Last night I had a terrible dream about an old man,» she replied, «He told me something.

      The old man’s face seemed to reappear in front of the girl and she repeated his words:

      – It’s time for your dad to pay.

      Kostya felt uneasy at that moment, he turned white.

      – What to pay for? «What is it?» he asked, confused.

      Aveline continued to repeat the words after the old man:

      – Dad knows why!

      – Go to bed, my daughter, and please don’t be afraid of anything, don’t trust the old man. He’s just your dream and nothing else!

      The girl obediently nodded in response and went to her room.

      Kostya himself could not sleep for a long time, the words of the curse did not come out of his head, he remembered his friends, are they alive now?

      The next day, Kostya called his former classmate Marina and after talking about life moved on to an important topic.

      – Do you know how Peter and Alexey are doing there? – he asked.

      – I don’t know how Peter is, but Alexey died two years ago, fell out of a tenth-floor window.

      Kostya broke into a cold sweat, and his legs immediately became wadded.

      – Do you know anything about Peter at all? Well, nothing at all?